[Already labored breathing hitches, but Dorian doesn't take dreadfully long to react. He raises one hand to rest at Byerly's neck while free fingers through his hair, prolonging ending it until a breath of air's required. It's silly, feeling so ecstatic over something so small.
Still, he can't help it. He runs his thumb over his skin, eyes filled with a fondness so usually masked.] I do adore you so.
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Still, he can't help it. He runs his thumb over his skin, eyes filled with a fondness so usually masked.] I do adore you so.